Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

I'll Make A Wolf Out Of You

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to SarahBroch . Thank you for the views and votes. ;)

By;whenshewrites on a03

Summary;

Stiles was pretty sure lying to a bunch of werewolves was going to get him killed, but he was determined, dammit. And a little stubborn. There was no way he was getting caught.

OR

That one Mulan AU nobody asked for

“Born or bitten?”

Born or bitten, now wasn’t that a loaded question? Stiles stood on the outskirts of the werewolf camp and did his best not to fidget, a bastard of an annoying snake hidden underneath his shirt collar and Roscoe prancing nervously at his side. Born or bitten? There were a few different ways he could answer that wrong.

Stiles swallowed hard. “Bitten.”

“Rank?”

“Omega.”

“So, no pack,” the man said, and Stiles could see the judgment shining in his eyes. He bit down a sharp retort as the man continued. “What brought you here, omega?”

“The order.” What else? 

The order. The order that one man or woman from each household would step forward and offer themselves for the bite. No one really dared argue. They all knew well enough to fear the gradual coming of Gerard Argent and his hunter army. Even the humans hid in their homes as the stories spread from town to town, village to village, carrying with them the rumors of a man determined to wipe the slate clean and start all over again.

Wipe it clean of everything. Human, not human. What did it matter when they lived side-by-side with the wolves?

Born or bitten?

Stiles had never been a very good liar.

No, there was currently a bastard of a snake— a kanima, he called himself, but Stiles refused to acknowledge him as anything more than a pain in the ass— hidden underneath his collar, with Roscoe at his side nearly panicking from the number of nearby tents full of werewolves. And Stiles was pretty sure if he got caught, he’d be sent right back home as a disgrace. Or worse.

So much worse.

The werewolf searched him up and down, not looking impressed. Stiles swallowed hard and did his best not to flinch as the man leaned forward, inhaling deep. His eyes flickered gold and he looked at Stiles for another long moment before jerking his head.

“Go in.”

Things proceeded to go downhill from there.

So Stiles should probably start at the beginning, right? Because that would be so much easier. Of course, he kind of hated the beginning. Because he was a bit of a… how did one say ‘outcast’ in his town? Well, actually, that could probably sum it up. Stiles wasn’t the only human there, of course, but that didn’t help things. Sometimes he thought if his father didn’t exist to keep the peace, Stiles would have been thrown out a long time ago.

And then the werewolves had come.

Come with their fancy words and their flashing eyes. Every family was to offer up one person— one sacrifice— to the war. And Stiles had felt the stares from the rest of the town as those words were said. Because he was the only Stilinski left in his family line. Other than his father, at least. But Stiles wouldn’t be the one going to war, now would he?